Take a close look at the manger scene Christians recreate every year at this time. Everything is neat, clean, clothes properly pressed and starched, all in a little shed outside the building. It’s so quiet and peaceful.
But read Luke 1 again. And understand how people lived. The “stable” was the first floor of a multi-story house. It has animals running around. It smells. It’s dirty and dusty. Bethlehem is packed with people in town for the census registration. It’s likely that the house has wall-to-wall people. So, people are going in and out of the first floor constantly.
Mary had just survived a donkey ride from Galilee to Bethlehem. Pregnant. Uncomfortable. She’s now among Joseph’s relatives. You know, second cousins once removed–that sort of thing. Her family and friends are back home in Galilee. The very people who would surround her with love and assistance at the time of a birth are not there. And giving birth is a dangerous occupation.
The baby comes. Who knows how long the labor was! Everyone is exhausted, yet overjoyed that the baby is healthy and the mother survived. Especially since she isn’t even married, yet. And then, the door bursts open and a group of shepherds rush in.
Nobody knew who these guys were. Shepherds are dirty. They smell. They are rough characters who speak roughly. What in the world are they doing there? They say something about seeing a vision from God and wanted to see the new baby who would be the Messiah.
God doesn’t need pristine surroundings, quiet and reverence to enter our lives. He can enter, and usually does, in the midst of busyness, yes, even chaos. He takes us by surprise. What’s this? Oh, it’s God. He showed up. He’s with us.
